Me And My Old School [Guitar By Mike Hartnett]

[Hook]
 Ride, ride, ride clean
 If you, if you ride old, ride slow
 Candy, candy paint, slamming these doors
 If you ride old, ride slow, ride old, ride slow
 Ride old, ride slow, slamming, slamming these doors

 [Verse 1]
I remember way back in the day
 All I wanted was a candy car with hella flakes
 Crushing hoes, slamming doors while the chassis shake
 From the sub, work the juice, [bad word] I want the bass
 Can't be turning on a dime cuz the rims scrape
 Kill switches for them jackers outchea tryna take
 That's my prized possession in recession kept me straight
 Clear my mind then recline on the runway, from Monday to Sunday
 Just me and my old school (repeat)

 [Hook]

 [Verse 2]
Ain't nothing changed, still the same country bumpkin
M-I crooked Super Southern don't be trippin' on my rims
 I'd rather sit higher than bald eagles on shoulders of giant people
 If I'm gon' ride hell I don't know about them
 Popping my collar, rocking gators, [bad word] some Prada
 Be a scholar of this pimpin' to the very very end
 Forever official like words out the scripture
 Off the Richter, saw the future out my rear-view lens
 Just me and my old school (repeat)

 [Hook]

 [Outro]
 See it ain't just a car, it ain't just a whip
 It's a time machine, it's a spaceship, it's precious
 You gotta take your time, you can't be rubbing on them curves
 And hitting them potholes
 You gotta ride clean and ride slow
 Me and my old school

 [Hook]